{"id":14071,"date":"2015-10-09T05:00:25","date_gmt":"2015-10-09T12:00:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=14071"},"modified":"2015-10-09T10:14:46","modified_gmt":"2015-10-09T17:14:46","slug":"happy-friday-randomness-103","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/?p=14071","title":{"rendered":"Happy Friday + Randomness"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"sh-florals\"<\/a><\/p>\n

I did not<\/em> make my deadline. This was a colossal bummer since I’d told everyone and their pets that I would be officially fini<\/em>\u00a0with all book brouhaha\u00a0by October 5th (even the barista at my regular coffee shop haunt greeted me with a high five\u00a0on The Day).\u00a0I was technically done — of course, I’m using the words “technically done” very loosely here — on Monday, but then I kept finding mistake after mistake. It killed me, but I asked for an extension. Again. I used to pride myself on keeping my word and meeting deadlines, but them’s bygone days it seems…Each time I don’t hit a deadline, a little part of me withers, but I’m very lucky that the lovely folks at my publisher are wonderfully accommodating. So I am still, still<\/em>\u00a0hunkered down, painting and illustrating. It’s the last big hurdle of the book process for me and for reasons beyond my understanding, I\u00a0keep complicating things by trying to get fancy when simple is always best.<\/p>\n

Some of what you see above may end up as decorative elements, we’ll see.<\/p>\n

Alright. Even my mom has stopped reading my blog, so I’m quite certain I’m yammering on to an audience of about 3 people at this point — no matter. It’s funny how I noticed that I’d been feeling jittery and as though something was sorely lacking, and then I realized I’d let yet another week go without updating here. As soon as I snapped a photo and started typing, I felt a curious release of tension, a decompression. Relief. That’s what it was. I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to than blogging.<\/p>\n

I’m so looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. Soon, soon!<\/p>\n

My haiku brain’s stalled<\/em>
Just coming up with this one<\/em>
felt herculean<\/em><\/p>\n

Have a wonderful weekend!<\/p>\n

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I did not make my deadline. This was a colossal bummer since I’d told everyone and their pets that I would be officially fini\u00a0with all book brouhaha\u00a0by October 5th (even the barista at my regular coffee shop haunt greeted me with a high five\u00a0on The Day).\u00a0I was technically done — of course, I’m using the words “technically done” very loosely here — on Monday, but then I kept finding mistake after mistake. It killed me, but I asked for an extension. Again. I used to pride myself on keeping my word and meeting deadlines, but them’s bygone days it seems…Each time I don’t hit a deadline, a little part of me withers, but I’m very lucky that the lovely folks at my publisher are wonderfully accommodating. So I am still, still\u00a0hunkered down, painting and illustrating. It’s the last big hurdle of the book process for me and for reasons beyond my understanding, I\u00a0keep complicating things by trying to get fancy when simple is always best. Some of what you see above may end up as decorative elements, we’ll see. Alright. Even my mom has stopped reading my blog, so I’m quite certain I’m yammering on to an audience of about 3 people at this point — no matter. It’s funny how I noticed that I’d been feeling jittery and as though something was sorely lacking, and then I realized I’d let yet another week go without updating here. As soon as I snapped a photo and started typing, I felt a curious release of tension, a decompression. Relief. That’s what it was. I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to than blogging. I’m so looking forward to getting back into the swing of things. Soon, soon! My haiku brain’s stalled Just coming up with this one felt herculean Have a wonderful weekend!    <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[12,9],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-14071","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-illustration","7":"category-life","8":"entry","9":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14071","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14071"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14071\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14079,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14071\/revisions\/14079"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14071"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14071"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14071"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}